These woods they’ve come alive
And this cabin ain’t safe
My chainsaw will cut ‘em down
Got my Boomstick just in case
Your can quit with the “Dead by Dawn”
Cuz it ain’t gonna be
I’ll cut you up piece by piece
I’m the grooviest ever seen!
Chorus:
Come get some!
Come get some!
Good bad or ugly
I’m the one with the gun
So bring your shit in here
And we’ll have us some fun
Got some pain with your name on it
Ain’t no love for the dead
I may have summoned you
But I’ll cut off your head
Chorus
Bridge
The damn walls are pouring blood
Feels like I’m going mad
I decapitated my girl
My severed hand just went bad
Last chance to run and hide
About to do my thing
Ladies, deadites, and evil dead,
Time to hail to the king
Incantations are all messed up
And there’s fountains of blood
All because of the ‘nomicron
I’ve lost all I love
So whether down in the fruit cellar
Or the halls of Candor
I’m gonna to hack up your ass
Every one of you hell-spawned whores
Chorus
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Translated into Japanese and back again:
Ashes to Ashes AKA The Hole of Candidness
By with that the deceased Dawn Cuz which is not gonna
with me where you can see
your can which is stopped
if me it cuts most with the element clear forcing part
if you on the part when it has the fact that those becoming lively
as for this shed my chainsaw in order to lower safety
my Boomstick which obtains those
which are cut these forests which are not fair!
Chorus:
Profit do how many it comes!
Profit do how many it comes!
Good to be bad scurvy
I am 1 year old of the gun
and therefore here it has everyone it is shit,
the pleasure pain of that your name
as for me
where I who am not call you love for the deceased
which shuts off your head
are we who are not obtained in us
Chorus
Bridge
As girl deadites mine
I the hand, where decapitated, I become extinct exactly
and hide which does the woman of my thing approximately
move in my lunatic
and last chance go badly,
and the wicked deceased,
done the time when it calls to the king,
the ugly wall feels the blood you pour
Spell becomes entirely without,
We who your all 1 Tsuga prostitute
the hell are born
am slow in the fruit cellar or the hole of candidness,
it is gonna, which it should ,chop up
because of nomicron which how I love
and I lose everything
fountain all difference of the blood
Chorus